Acquiesce

It's funny how you tell me
That I am never alone.
For each time you say it
The more I feel that I am.
Sometimes I envy
The way you sit there calmly.
Nestled by a stillness
So painfully thick...

It's awfully quiet here -
Has love flown out of the window?
How strange then,
For things to look exactly as they always are...
And how perplexing -
For the more you say you love me -
The less I feel that you do...
Cy11.07.06